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Chelsea came to but everything was still fuzzy. She tried to remember what had happened when memories of hanging from a coiled pipe and fiery pain flitted through her processor. She groaned as she realized that she was on the floor in someone's private quarters as she looked around at the gray walls and minimal decorating. Chelsea started to turn over until she felt pain slice up her back. The punishment that Megatron meted out came back to her and she groaned at how feeble her attempts of movement caused endless frustration. It was not wise to be incapacitated on a Decepticon base.

Chelsea finally pulled herself to a sitting position as she took in the single chair, the shelf with different blades and shrills, the chronometer that registered that it was night on earth, and a large basic berth. That's when Chelsea saw him lying there draped over the berth. Chelsea crawled over to him; her hands shook as she finally was able to feast her eyes on him. Barricade was still off lined as she reached up and touched his face plates. Chelsea took in every line, scar, everything that she had missed about her beloved. She felt tears slide down her face as she took in his clawed hands, his beautiful armor, and silver and black color. Chelsea stroked his helm and pulled herself up to the berth and curled in next to Barricade. She moved his arm so that she was not lying on it and wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders without touching his bandaged wounds. Chelsea placed her tear streaked face in the crook of his neck and closed her eyes. She was finally with her beloved and even with recent events she couldn't complain.

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Shalon had been sitting by the window for a while. She had long since replaced her fear with nervousness as she waited for Megatron to retire to his quarters. She had lost track of time since the Nemesis was so far below the ocean and light did not penetrate the foreboding darkness that permeated through the deep depths that only the strongest could survive. Fascinated by the regal predators that loomed beyond the window, Shalon was soon lulled into a light recharge as she watched the occasional creature float by. She had found her bags earlier and already she had changed into a simple rose colored slip dress made of comfortable stretchy cotton type fabric. It covered her arms and went down to her ankles and the scooped neck made it comfortable and warm.

She shook off her melancholy mood as she heard the security locks release and the door open to reveal Megatron. He walked in and his optics immediately registered her presence as she stood up by the window and when she noticed his optics on her she bowed gracefully in acknowledgement of his presence. He nodded back and she stood straight and tall for her small petite frame. Megatron could tell that she was nervous but she hid it well. He wondered if she would hide her fear when the night would be over. He walked to the center of the living area dragging a chair with him. He placed the chair in the center, his optics never leaving hers. No words were said as both studied the other. Shalon held his gaze because she knew that he was testing her to see if she would cower away from him. Finally when the tension became unbearable…

"You do understand what will happen tonight." He told her.

"Yes my lord, I understand." She replied quietly.

"I am not a gentle mech and I will not listen to your cries for mercy."

"I am aware of this, my lord. I will not plea for leniency." She stated calmly.

Megatron looked at her. What kind of person was she to so calmly agree to her fate? It made him suspicious of her motives, but even now he knew that he would not let her go for his curiosity was piqued and he wanted to devour her. A simple taste, he realized, would just not do. With that in mind, he came to stand next to the chair.

"Okay, my dear, undress. Kneel in front of the chair." He stated softly. Shalon looked in his fiery red optics and began undoing the single braid in her hair, she then slowly lifted the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head. She hesitated as she heard him say, "All of them." And she reached behind her and undid the clasp of her bra. Her hands began to shake but her eyes never left his as her bra was discarded on the floor. Shalon gasped as she saw the first real fire that gazed at her from his optics as she started to pull her underwear over her hips and slide them down her legs. She slowly walked to the chair, the sway of her hips catching his attention. Though Shalon was nervous, she could feel his fiery gaze take in every inch of her body and warmth spread through her systems and pooled deep between her legs.

Megatron could smell her arousal and it confused his processor yet his spark was reacting with hunger and a fierce need to possess. He had heard stories of mechs that turned primal when confronted with their future mate, but he had always dismissed it as old fantasies that mechs told to encourage their young to take mates; but as he watched her walk to the chair and kneel in front of it, Megatron began to question if he had made the right choice to take this little bit of fluff into his berth. She knelt down, looking straight ahead, and folding her hands in front of her.

"The first rule of obeying your master," Megatron's vocals processor seemed to be strained as he talked, "is never to question his word. Rule two is to never speak unless I speak directly to you, and you address me as your lord and master. Is that understood?"

"Yes, my master." She replied.

Megatron walked around her observing her position. She rested on her knees never looking anywhere except straight ahead. Megatron noticed how she kept her knees together and he smirked.

"Open your legs, Shalon. I want to see just what I am getting." She started to look at him but stopped herself as she opened her legs. Megatron smirked. "No response? I am disappointed and here I thought we were progressing quite nicely."

"I'm sorry master. I shall strive to do better to obey your every word." She replied keeping her focus straight ahead.

Megatron smiled as her pheromones permeated around the room. She was wet and he had only begun to start with her. He circled her as he watched her but he also admired that she did not break form or lose focus. Indeed, tonight was going to be very enjoyable. He knelt down next to her and she never once acknowledged his presence and he smirked again as he ran his claw along the outer edges of her thigh and then cup her aft. He heard her breath hitch but she made no physical response nor broke her focus. He caressed her aft and skimmed over her valve and port feeling her flinch but trying not to show it on her face. He laughed softly next to her ear but she made no noise. He could feel the heat emanating from her valve and he gently slipped a finger in.

Finally a whimper could be discerned from her and Megatron laughed as he slipped in and out of her extremely tight valve. He pulled out and slipped two fingers in and that is when he noticed that her seal was still in place. Megatron slipped his fingers out and rounded on her. He pulled her head up by her chin and looked at her.

"How old are you?" He demanded.

"I am old enough my lord. I have been considered mature for the last 70 human years, master." She replied.

"But your seal is still intact."

"I have never wanted a lover my lord, nor have never had a desire to take a mate." She replied. Megatron leaned down and caressed her cheek. Shalon closed her eyes as she leaned into the caress.

"You will feel pain, you do realize this?" He whispered.

"Yes, but I only live to please you, master." Her reply threw him completely. Never in his entire existence had he been with a femme that could throw him the way she did. Usually by the time he would threaten a femme with pain they would be begging for mercy, but this little femme kept her composure and Megatron had to admire her courage.

"Shalon, place your hands, palm down on the chair leaving your aft up in the air and your legs far apart."

"Yes, master." She moved in the position that her lord described leaving her face looking straight.

"No, I want you to look down at the chair." She did as told. Megatron walked away. She heard him walk into his berth room but she did not look away from the chair. A moment later he walked back and she felt him kneel down next to her. Megatron fingered her valve noticing that her fluids were beginning to run down her legs. He heard her gasp as he slipped two bullet size beads into her valve and place them deep within her. The thin white chords hung out from her valve and connected to a device that when Megatron turned it on, Shalon jerked against the chair and cried out. Megatron laughed again as he saw her trying to regain her composer as the beads vibrated inside her valve. He could hear her whimpers and could not wait to hear her cries and screams. He took out the crop that he had in his sub-space and trialed it over her aft. She couldn't hide the shudder that stole through her body and the leather touched her sensitive skin. The nice thing about using a crop is that when using your hand, you could feel the stings of the slap, but with a whip or crop, one could use force without worrying if the sting will affect your use of force. Megatron trailed the crop along her aft, over her valve and port, and even trailed it along the sides of her breasts on both sides. Shalon would hold as still as possible yet a whimper would escape every once in a while. Once he had familiarized the femme with the crop he crouched down next to her ear and said…

"I am going to whip your aft with the crop. You are going to count each stroke as it connects with your skin and you are going to thank me for whipping you. If you lose count we will start over, if you forget to thank me, we will start over, and we will count to fifty." Megatron waited a few moments and then added, "Do you understand the rules?"

"Yes, master I understand. Your word is supreme." She gasped out. The vibrating beads were hitting sensitive nodes in her valve and she was having trouble concentrating.

Megatron circled her again. He was having trouble controlling himself as he watched her trying to control her shivering. He could hear her breaths coming out in heated gasps and she was quivering from trying to retain control. Megatron trailed the crop across her skin as she whimpered from the touch. When she was almost to the point of whimpering over and over Megatron brought the crop up and struck across her aft.

The first strike was terrible and Shalon cried out from the brutality of the blow. She had never been struck, not even by her parents and tears blurred her vision.

"One, thank you master." She barely was able to get out before Megatron struck again.

"Two, thank you master." She cried. She refused to give in to begging because she wanted him and was not going to let him break her. Another blow rained down.

"Three, thank you master." Again another blow came and Shalon gave the appropriate response and soon they fell into a rhythm as Megatron rain down blow after blow and Shalon focused to give the correct response. The crop was torture on Shalon's aft but she was determined to prove to her master that she could take anything that he was prepared to give. As the count grew higher Shalon made sure not to break her concentration, but the effort was great as she almost lost count at forty-two but quickly recovered. Megatron smirked at her slip but gave her credit for recovering as he finished the whipping.

Shalon was gasping from the pain, but she couldn't help the shudders as she felt the heat spread from the beads. The crop had been intense but if Megatron was to touch her she knew she would lose all control after having to focus so intently. She cried out as he ran his claw down the side of her breast and trailed down her waist, hip, thigh, ending at her foot. She was so close to begging him and she sense that he knew it. He had increased the vibration of the beads and Shalon was not holding back the tears as her thighs trembled and shook from the sensation. Shalon felt him surround her as he lifted her hands from the chair. Shalon shook as he pulled her against him as he caressed her heated flesh. Shalon looked up at his face plates with such intense longing in her eyes that Megatron groaned as he crushed his lips to hers.

Shalon was in heaven. He patience and perseverance had paid off had she finally was able to taste him. She wrapped her arms around his massive shoulders as she felt him wrap one arm around her waist and his fingers slipped into her valve. Shalon cried out into his mouth and Megatron growled in response as he picked her effortlessly up in his arms and walked her to his berth in the next room. Shalon sucked his lower lip into her mouth and bit down hard Megatron jerked in surprise that she could be so aggressive after submitting to him. He felt her slip her hands into the seams of his armor and groaned as he marveled that this femme could be so innocent as she drove him beyond endurance. He had never wanted a femme as badly as he wanted this one and she was just a slip of one, not even tall or graceful like Cassie, but Megatron was drawn to her fiery aggressiveness and lust for life. He loved that she was so small against his massive frame yet that did not stop her from wanting him. He dipped his helm down and licked along her collar bone as he heard her moan and beg for more. Not even Cassie had ever been this responsive and he reveled in her movements. He pulled her up against him by clutching her aft, and although she flinched from pain, she never let it stop her from rubbing against him. She was so incredibly different from any femme that Megatron was quickly losing control as he teased and nipped at her pale skin. He licked and sucked her breasts, biting one and then the other nipple as he felt her head thrash back and forth in the air as he held her against him. She wrapped her slim legs around his waist as he laid her down against the blankets on the berth. Shalon cried out as the softness of the blankets touched her highly sensitive skin and she clung to his arms as her lower body bucked up against his abdomen plating. Megatron moved over her as he continued to lick and suck her delicate skin and growling as he watch the tender bite marks bruise her skin. He head continued to thrash as she begged screamed for more.

Megatron moved down and touched her once again between her legs. He had to hold her down as she bucked up against him and he loved that he was the one that could do this to her. Her fluids coated her valve, legs and ran down to the blankets as he jerked on the chords of the beads and she screamed from the pleasurable sensation that it caused.

"More." She moaned as she felt his helm dip and he tasted her sweet virgin juices. She flinched and Megatron felt her small hands reach around his helm and pull him closer, but he took her hands in his and held them to her side.

"No, please my lord, I want to touch you." She cried and Megatron sucked on her valve as he dipped his glossa in her fluids. He began to flick in and out of her valve and he also slipped two fingers in and began stretching her, preparing her for his pleasure. She tried to touch him but again he placed them at her sides. She screamed in frustration and writhe against him as he went back to preparing her valve. He could feel the fluids building behind his cod piece and his rod was demanding to be freed. He released his interface panel and Shalon started as she watched his spike extend from its resting place, her eyes growing big as she took in Megatron's size and girth. He laughed at her expression as she looked up at him and asked,

"Will it fit, my lord?" Megatron left his fingers in her valve but brought the rest of his massive body up so that he could rest his fore helm against her head. His system was in a heated turmoil of lust and need as he continued fingering her valve as he smiled at her.

"A femme's valve is a marvelous work of mechanics because it can stretch to accommodate most any mech." Megatron told her quietly. He released her valve as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked her fluids off of them. Shalon thought it was the most incredible erotic sight she had ever seen as she felt him lift her leg out and up as he positioned himself for the first thrust into her. Shalon reached up and pulled his mouth to hers as she boldly sucked his lower lip in and began making little bites around his lips until Megatron opened his mouth and she filled it with her glossa. Their glossas dueled as Megatron begin to push inside her. Shalon could feel him slowly entering as she felt an intense fullness and bucked up to allow him more entrance. Megatron broke away from her mouth to groan as he felt her tight heat envelop him and he hissed in pleasure as she tried to pull him closer.

"Please, I need you. Please, oh Primus,…" Megatron looked down at her and smirked.

"Wrong name, my darling." And with those words, he pulled back and little and thrust hard to tear through her seal. Shalon screamed as the pain felt that it would split her in two and she whimpered. Blood and energon mixed with her fluids as she tried to get away, but Megatron held her close until she settled. He stroked her face and petted her hair as her breathing calmed and the tears stopped flowing.

"I'm sorry, my darling. It couldn't be helped. Most mechs and femmes usually go to a medic and have their seals removed, but I didn't know until tonight and the pit could freeze before I would give you up just to have Hook touch you."

"Thank you master, I wouldn't want anyone else to touch me either." She reached up and stroked his helm as he gently began to move inside her. Shalon moaned as she felt the pleasurable sensations that his body invoked with in her. Megatron had taken the beads out so that he could fit in her. He smirked at her as he picked up his pace.

"What? What is so funny, my master…ahh?" She asked as she watched the emotions flit over his beautiful face. She reached up and sucked on his chin and licked down to his neck plating and ran her glossa over the sensitive wiring beneath the metal. Megatron hissed in pleasure as he lifted her aft higher despite hearing her gasp from the tenderness of the skin.

"More, my lord!" She cried as she thrashed her head back and forth and she bucked trying to get closer to her lover. Megatron loved every breath, every movement, and every little whisper or gasp that Shalon elicited. He angled her hips upward as he thrust hard and fast into her valve. Shalon screamed as her overload hit her suddenly. She reached above her head, claws extended, as she dug them hard into the berth for leverage. Megatron kept pounding into her until he too came with a low growl and shout, his fluid mixing with hers as he overloaded hard into his little treasure. He slumped over her, careful not to harm his most beautiful possession as he gently kissed her dry lips and cuddled her against him as he rolled them to their sides.

Shalon breaths slowly evened as she fought to stay awake. She wanted to look at her master and slowly leaned over to kiss him again. She couldn't quite reach his lips so she settled at kissing his chin instead. Megatron rolled them again where she was lying on top of his torso. He petted her honeyed blonde hair, the highlights softly glowing in the dimness of the recess lights. Her skin was still flush from him possessing her and he couldn't help but be proud that he had been her first lover. He didn't know why it gave him pleasure because he had taken other femmes, usually against their will, but he had derived perverse pleasure hearing their screams as they fought against him as he forced them to pleasure him. This was the first time that a femme had wanted him! Not the leader, not the monster, not the power hungry war lord that led the Decepticons, but him as a mech and a Cybertronian. It presented a strange feeling in the pit of his tank, and Megatron could only stare at the petite little femme that had weaseled her way into his berth.

Oh, he realized now why she had taken Chelsea's place. She had wanted him and she proved that she could handle being in his berth. Now, Megatron wondered what he was going to do with her. She was certainly different from anything that he had ever encountered and he wondered if she would threaten his power as war lord. He also wondered if he would be able to give her up. When had he changed? He had had every intention of keeping her at bay, that was why he had used the crop on her, but she had turned it around when she had wanted more. Now, he didn't know if he could do that again without feeling something for her. She was definitely dangerous and the best thing he could do for her was to find a suitable mech that would bond with her.

Running much? Let's see if Megatron can give her up now that he has had a taste. Please review. Thank you.